I told the moon my secrets,
I poured out my fractured heart.
That next night I went to see it,
But only found the solemn dark.
A sliver, crescent, barely there,
With a shaking voice, I spoke.
Breathing words I never dared,
Letting darkness be my cloak.
I told her all my secrets,
Explained to her my wounds.
That night I lie there, sleepless,
As I chatted with my moon.
I hoped that somewhere, far or near,
You looked up at her, too.
As though I spoke to the shiny sphere,
My words were meant for you.